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Daffydowndilly 
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Golden Touch 


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Daffydowndilly and the 
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DAFFYDOWNDILLY AND THE GOLDEN TOUCH 

THE GOLDEN TOUCH. 


There was once a king who was very 
rich. His name was Midas. King 
Midas loved gold better than anything 
else in the world. There was nothing 
he loved half so well except his little 
daughter, Marygold. He thought, fool¬ 
ish man, that the way to show this 
love, was to get for her as much gold 
as he could. 

Down deep under his castle, was a 
small, dark room. In this room King 
Midas kept his gold. Every day he 
went there to look at it. 

He was always careful to lock the 
door, so that no one could follow him. 
This room was a very dreary place. 
Only one little sunbeam ever thought 






of peeping into it. King Midas loved 
this little sunbeam, because his gold 
could not shine without it. 

He used to put his treasure right 
where the little ray would fall upon it. 
Then he would play with the pieces of 
gold, throwing them up and catching 
them again. He had a large bowl of 
solid gold. It was so bright that he 
could see himself in it. He would sit 
for hours and look at his face in this 
rich mirror. Sometimes the face seemed 
to be making fun of him. Then he 
would lay it aside. 

Next, he would bring out his bags 
of gold dust and let the dust run 
through his fingers, as a child plays 
with sand. He often said to himself: 

“Oh, I wish I had the whole world 
for my treasure-room, and full of gold 


all my own 5 then I could be happy.” 

One day while he was looking at his 
gold, he thought the sunbeam grew 
larger. It seemed to fill the whole 
room. The rays danced in the corners 
like fairies. King Midas looked up. 
There stood a beautiful young man 
near the door. His face was so bright 
that the king shaded his eyes with his 
hands as he looked. 

“You are a very rich man, friend 
Midas. With all this gold you ought 
to be the happiest man in the world.” 

“Yes,” said Midas, “I have done 
very well; but it has taken almost a 
lifetime to get this. How, if I could 
live a thousand years, I might get rich!” 

“Why, haven’t you enough yet?” 
asked the young man, opening his eyes 
very wide. 


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“No,” said Midas. 

“Well,” said the stranger, “I should 
like to know what would satisfy you. 
Will you be kind enough to tell me ?” 

The king thought for a time and 
then said: 

“If I could have my way, everything 
I touch would turn to gold.” 

“Are you quite sure this would 
satisfy you ?” asked the young man. 

“Sure of it?” cried Midas. “Why 
shouldn’t it satisfy me ?” 

“ And are you sure you would never 
be sorry you made such a wish ?” said 
the stranger. 

“How could I be sorry? I tell you I 
should be the happiest man in the world.” 

“Yery well,” said the stranger, “to¬ 
morrow, at sunrise, you will have the 
Golden Touch. 























































When King Midas awoke the next 
morning a little sunbeam shone on his 
bed. He put out his hand and touched 
the coverlet. It was changed to gold. 
With a cry of joy he sprang from his 
bed. 

“Hurrah! I have the Golden Touch.” 
he cried. 

He ran about touching everything in 
the room. Of course they all turned 
to gold. Then he dressed himself and 
was delighted to find that his clothes 
had become beautiful garments of gold. 
He put on his spectacles, but could not 
see through them. Taking them off 
and rubbing them he saw that the glass 
had become plates of gold. 

As he went down stairs, he put his 
hand on the railing. It turned to gold. 

He opened the door and went into 


the garden. The roses were nodding 
in the fresh morning breeze; the air 
was filled with their sweet perfume. 
But King Midas did not care for this. 
What do you think he did ? Why, he 
changed everyone of those roses into 
hard, shining gold. The dew drops 
became diamonds. 

Then he went.’back to the house. 
Breakfast was ready. Marygold had 
not yet come in, so he had her called. 
She always had bread and milk for her 
breakfast. She ate it out of a beauti¬ 
ful china bowl. This bowl had strange 
trees and houses painted upon it. While 
the father waited for her, he thought 
he would change her bowl to gold. 

“That will please her,” thought he. 

Just then he heard her coming. The 
door opened and she came in. She had 


her apron to her eyes and was crying 
as if her heart would break. 

“Why, what is the matter my dear 
child?” asked the king. 

“Oh, my beautiful roses! They are 
all ugly and yellow,” cried she. “ When 
I try to smell them, their hard petals 
prick my nose.” 

“Well, dear, don’t cry about it. Sit 
down and eat your bread and milk.” 

They both sat down to the table. He 
thought she would forget about the 
roses, when she saw her golden bowl; 
but she was too sad to notice it. Per¬ 
haps it was best that she did not, for 
she had always been so fond of looking 
at the pictures upon it. These faded 
as soon as the bowl was changed to 
gold. 

His walk in the garden had given 

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the king a good appetite. His break- 
last of baked potatoes, fish, hot cakes 
and coffee looked very good indeed. 

“Well, this is nice,” he said, as he 
poured out a cup of coffee. He smiled 
when he saw the coffee pot turn to gold. 

“I shall soon have nothing but gold 
on my table,” thought he, and began to 
wonder where he could keep his 
treasure. 

He raised the cup of coffee to his 
lips. That, too, turned to gold. Of 
course he could not drink it. He set 
the cup down quickly. Marygold looked 
up and asked, 

“ What is the matter, father ? ” 

“Nothing, child, nothing,” said the 
king. 

He thought he would try one of the 

fish. As soon as he touched it, it be- 

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came hard and bright. Then he broke 
one of the cakes. It became yellow 
and heavy. 

“I don’t quite see how I am to get 
any breakfast,” thought the king. 

He looked at Marygold. She was 
quietly eating her bread and milk. How 
he longed to have just one bite! What 
good would all this gold do him, if he 
could not eat anything ? 

The potatoes looked so tempting that 
he thought he would try again. 

“Perhaps I can swallow so quickly, 
that a potato will not have time to 
turn to gold,” thought he. 

Poor foolish Midas! He popped one 
into his mouth, but it changed as soon 
as he touched it. The hot gold burned 
him so that he jumped up and cried 
out with pain. 


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“Why, what is the matter, dear 
father?” cried Marygold. “Have you 
burned yourself ?” 

“Oh, my child,” said the king, “I 
don’t know what is to become of your 
poor father!” 

Marygold got down from her chair 
and ran to him. By this time Midas 
hated the very sight of gold. He felt 
that Marygold was all he had to love 
now. He took her in his arms and 
kissed her. 

Oh, unhappy Midas! Marygold, too, 
had become hard, shining gold. There 
were the tears still on her cheeks; 
they were little lumps of gold now. 
Everything was the same, even the 
pretty dimple in her chin. 

Poor Midas! His heart was almost 
broken. He threw himself upon the 

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floor and tried to pray. The words 
would not come. 

All at once the room grew very 
bright. Midas raised his head. There 
stood the stranger who had given him 
the Golden Touch. His face was sad, 
yet Midas thought he saw a smile there, 
too, as he said: 

“ Well, friend Midas, how do you like 
the Golden Touch?” 

“Hush!” cried the king. “I hate the 
very name of gold !” 

“Why, how is this?” asked the 
stranger. “Have you not enough yet?” 

“Enough!” cried the king. “Too 
much! I wish I might never see gold 
again. Gold is not everything. See,” 
said he, pointing to Marygold. “I 
would give all the gold in the world, 
just to see her smile again.” 

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“You are sure you have had enough 
of the Golden Touch?” asked the 
stranger. 

Midas’ look showed that he thought 
the question a very foolish one. 

“Take a vase,” said the young man, 
“and go to the river that runs by your 
garden; jump head first into the river 
and fill the vase with the water; then 
put a few drops of it on anything you 
have changed to gold. It will become 
as it was before,” and the stranger was 
gone. 

You may be sure the king lost no 
time. He took a vase, and running to 
the river, jumped in. As soon as he 
touched the water his heart seemed to 
grow light. He was glad to see the 
vase become china again. 

He filled it and went quickly to the 

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house. The first thing he did was to 
sprinkle a little water over Marygold. 
As soon as it touched her, her cheeks 
became pink and her blue eyes opened 
wide. 

“ Why are you throwing water on 
me, father ?” she cried. “You will soil 
my pretty dress.” 

The king said nothing. He did not 
want her to know how foolish he had 
been. He took her in his arms and 
kissed her many times. 

While she went to put on another 
dress, he took the vase into the garden 
and put a few drops of water on each 
flower. When Marygold came out she 
was delighted to see them bowing to 
her as if nothing had been wrong. 

The king did not stop until he had 

put water on everything he had turned 

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to gold. Then he remembered that he 
was very hungry. Never had he eaten 
anything half so good as that breakfast. 
He was a happy man now. 

Two things were left to remind him 
of the Golden Touch. The sand in the 
river sparkled like gold, and Marygold’s 
hair, which had once been brown, now 
had a tinge of gold. As this made her 
more beautiful, Midas was not sorry. 
He used to say it was the only gold Be 
cared for now. 


LITTLE DAFFYDOWNDILLY. 


There was once a little boy whose 
name was Daffydowndilly. Isn’t that a 
pretty name? Well, Daffydowndilly 
was a very pretty little boy. He had 
bright blue eyes and his cheeks were 
like roses, while his hair made one 
think of spun gold. 

You think his name sounds like the 
name of a flower? So it does. That 
is why it was such a good name for 
this little boy. He looked like a bright 
flower. He often played in the mead¬ 
ows all day long. He liked to do only 
what was easy and pleasant. 

Daffydowndilly’s mother was very 
kind to him. Her sweet face always 



wore a smile for the little boy. Indeed, 
I do not think he knew what a frown 
was. 

But Daffydowndilly could not always 
play. Like all little boys, he was soon 
old enough to go to school, and then 
was sent away from his pleasant home 
to a school so many miles away, that 
he had to stay there all the time. The 
schoolmaster’s name was Mr. Toil. 

Daffydowndilly had never before seen 
a face like Mr. Toil’s. There were such 
deep lines in it. How he frowned on 
the lazy boys! How harsh his voice 
was when he spoke to them! 

Daffydowndilly had been at school 
but a week when he said to himself, “I 
don’t like to go to school. I’m afraid 
of Mr. Toil. I don’t like to work. I 
want to play. I’ll run away.” 

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So the very next morning, Daffy- 
downdilly ran away. He had some 
bread and cheese for his breakfast and 
a little money in his pocket. 

How glad he was to get away from 
school! He felt like a bird out of its cage. 

He had not gone far when he over¬ 
took a man who, also, was walking. 

“Hood morning, my boy,” said the 
stranger. “Where are you going so 
early?” 

Now, Daffy do wndilly had never told 
a falsehood in his life and would not 
tell one now. After looking at the 
stranger for a moment he said, 

“I am running away from school be¬ 
cause I do not like the master. His 
name is Mr. Toil, and oh, he is so cross! 
I want to go where I shall never hear of 
him again.” 


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“Oh, very well, my little friend,” said 
the stranger. “ We will go together. I, 
too, know Mr. Toil, and should like to 
find a place where he has never been 
heard of.” 

This did not quite please Daffydown- 
dilly. He would like a little boy for 
his companion much better. Then they 
could stop and gather flowers or chase 
butterflies. That would be so pleasant. 
But he thought, 

“ This man will know better which 
way to go. He will take care of me 
and keep me from harm.” 

So he trudged along with the strang¬ 
er. They had not gone far, when they 
came to a field where men were at 
work, cutting the tall grass. Then they 
spread it out in the sun to dry. 

Daffydowndilly was delighted with 


the sweet smell of the new-mown grass. 
The sun shown down on the field. The 
birds sang in the trees near by. 

“ Oh, how beautiful!” cried he. “ Let 
us stop and watch them. I wish I 
might stay here always. How much 
nicer it is here, than in that old school¬ 
room.” 

Just then he saw something that 
made him start back and catch his 
companion’s hand. 

“Quick, quick!” cried he. “Let us 
run away or he will catch us!” 

“ Who will catch us ?” asked the 
stranger. 

“Mr. Toil, the old schoolmaster,” 
answered Daffydowndilly. “ Don’t you 
see him in the field there ?” 

He pointed to an old man who 
seemed to be the owner of the field. 


He had taken off his coat and was 
working in his shirt sleeves. He did 
not rest a moment. All the time he 
kept saying, 

“Make hay while the sun shines, my 
men/’ 

Sure enough, he did look just like 
Mr. Toil. His voice, too, was the same, 
Yet Mr. Toil must have been in the 
school room at that time. 

“Don’t be afraid,” said the stranger. 
This is not Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster. 
It is one of his brothers. He is a farm¬ 
er. People say he is worse than the 
schoolmaster. But he won’t trouble 
you, unless you go to work on his 
farm.” 

Daffydowndilly believed this, yet was 
glad to get away. By-and-by they saw 
some carpenters building a house. 

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Daffydowndilly wanted to stop again. 
He loved to watch the men making 
doors and putting in windows. How 
neatly they did their work. 

It was a pretty sight to see the shav¬ 
ings roll from under the plane. They 
looked like ribbons. 

“How nice it would be to have a 
saw, a hammer, and a plane, and build 
a little house for myself,” thought he. 

While he was thinking what fine fun 
this would be, he saw something which 
made him cry out, 

“Make haste. Quick, quick! There 
he is again!” 

“ Who ?” asked the stranger. 

“Old.Mr. Toil,” said Daffydowndilly. 
“There! Don’t you see him among the 
carpenters? That’s my old school¬ 
master, as sure as I live!” 


The stranger looked where he point¬ 
ed. He saw an old man with a car¬ 
penter’s rule in his hand. He was 
marking out the work to be done. All 
the time he was telling the men to 
work hard. And they sawed and ham¬ 
mered and planed as if for their lives. 

“ Oh, no!” said the stranger, “ this is 
not Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster. It is 
another brother of his. He is a car¬ 
penter.” 

“I’m very glad to hear it,” said 
Daffydowndilly. “But I’d like to get 
out,of his way as soon as I can.” 

So on they went. Soon they heard 
the sound of a drum and fife. Daffy¬ 
downdilly knew there must be soldiers 
coming. 

“ Let us make haste,” said he “ I want 

to see the soldiers.” 

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They walked as fast as they could, 
and soon met a company of soldiers. 
They were gayly dressed, with beauti¬ 
ful feathers in their caps and carried 
bright guns on their shoulders. 

In front marched two drummers and 
fifers. How they beat their drums and 
played their fifes! What lively music 
they made! Daffy do wndilly thought he 
would like to follow them to the end of 
the world. 

“ If I were a soldier,” he thought, 
“Mr. Toil would never dare to look me> 
in the face.” 

“Quick step! Forward march!” 
shouted a gruff voice. 

Daffydowndilly started to run. 

“There he is again,” he cried. “I 
know his voice.” 

Daffydowndilly pointed to the cap- 

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tain. He was, indeed, the very image 
of Mr. Toil. To be sure he wore a cap 
and feather, and carried a sword in¬ 
stead of a stick. But Daffydowndilly 
was sure it was his old schoolmaster. 

“You are mistaken again, my little 
friend,” said the stranger. “ This is not 
Mr. Toil, the schoolmaster, but another 
brother of his. He is a soldier and has 
been in the army all his life. You and 
I need not fear him.” 

“Well,” said Daffydowndilly, “I’m 
glad to hear it; but, if you please sir, I 
don’t want to see the soldiers any 
more.” 

On they went and, by-and-by, came 
to a house by the roadside. They could 
hear the sound of a fiddle within and, 
through the open doorway could see 

boys and girls dancing. They were 

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having a merry time. Daffydowndilly 
thought he had never seen anything 
half so pretty. 

“Oh, let us stop here,” he said. “Mr. 
Toil would never dare show his face 
where there is music and dancing. We 
shall be safe enough here.” 

Just then he looked at the fiddler. 
Whom should he see again but old Mr. 
Toil. He had a violin bow instead of 
a stick, but looked exactly like the old 
schoolmaster. 

“Oh, dear met” said Daffydowndilly, 
turning pale. “Is there nobody but 
Mr. Toil in the whole world! Who 
would have thought he could play a 
fiddle!” 

“This is not your old schoolmaster,” 
said the stranger. “This is another 
brother of his. He calls himself Mr. 

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Pleasure, but his real name is Toil. 
Those who know him best, say he is 
worse than any of his brothers. 

“Let us go a little farther,” said 
Daffydowndilly. “I don’t like the looks 
of this fiddler at all.” 

So they went on through shady lanes 
and pleasant villages. Everywhere the 
sky was blue, the sun shone, and the 
birds sang. But go where they would, 
there was the image of old Mr. Toil. 
Whether they stopped at a cottage or 
a mansion, it was all the same. Some¬ 
times they found him in the parlor, 
very often in the kitchen. He was sure 
to be there somewhere. 

Daffydowndilly was very tired, and 
seeing some men lying in a shady place 
by the roadside, he cried, 

“ Oh, let us sit down and rest. Mr. 

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Toil will never come here. He hates 
to see people resting” 

Just then he looked at one of the 
men. He seemed to be the laziest of 
all. Who should it be again, but the 
very image of old Mr. Toil. 

“There is a very large family of these 
Toils,” said the stranger. “This is an¬ 
other one of the schoolmaster’s broth¬ 
ers. He is a very idle fellow and does 
nothing but have, what he calls, a good 
time, but I think he has a harder time 
than any of the others.” 

Daffydowndilly began to cry. 

“Oh, take me back! Take me back!” 
said he. “ If there is nothing but toil 
in the world, I may as well go back to 
the school house!” 

“Well, there it is,” said the stranger. 
And, sure enough, there it was. 

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You see they had been going in a 
circle, instead of a straight line. 

“Come, we will go back to school 
together.” 

Something in the stranger’s voice 
made Daffydowndilly look at him. 
There, again, was the face of old Mr. 
Toil! So the poor boy had been with 
him all day, even while he was trying 
so hard to get away from him. 

When he came to know the school¬ 
master better, he found that he was not 
so bad, after all. And when he learned 
his lessons well, the old schoolmaster’s 
smile was almost as pleasant as was 
that of his own mother. 


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Sixth and Seventh Grades 

No. 

3026 The Story of Motors. 

3014 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Sixth Grade. 

3016 Rip Van Winkle and Author's Ac¬ 
count of Himself. 

3008 The King of The Golden River. 

3027 The Story of Glass. 

2941 The Golden Fleece. 

3028 The Meat-Packing Industry. 

2942 Whittier's Poems. 

3029 Tennyson's Poems. 

3015 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. 

3030 Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare— 

Part I. 

3031 Lamb's Tales from Shakespeare— 

Part II. 


No. 

3009 The Pied Piper of Hamlin and 

Other Poems. 

3011 The Song of Hiawatha—Abridged. 

3003 The Snow-I mage. 

3032 Primitive Travel and Transporta¬ 

tion. 

3022 The Courtship of Miles Standish. 

3033 The Story of Ships and Shipping. 
3024 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 

For Seventh Grade. 

3034 Ocean Routes and Navigation. 

Seventh and Eighth Grades 

No. 

3035 American Railway Systems. 

3018 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. 

3010 Evangeline. 

3036 Horatius at the Bridge, and Other 

Poems. 

3012 The Cotter's Saturday Night and 

Other Poems. 

3037 Lowell's Poems. 

3004 Thanatopsis and Other Poems. 

3006 The Deserted Village (Goldsmith) 

and Gray's Elegy. 

3038 Washington's Farewell Address 

and Other Papers. 

3122 The Vision of Sir Launfal and 
Other Poems. 

3039 Prisoner of Chillon and Other 

Poems. 

3017 Snow-Bound and the Corn Song. 
3115 The Magna Charta. 

3040 Sir Roger De Coverley Papers. 

3041 Carrying the U. S. Mail. 

3108 Speeches by Lincoln. 

3005 Enoch Arden. 

3101 Sohrab and Rustum. 

3042 Navigating the Air—Electric Rail¬ 

ways. 

3107 Famous Poems of Famous Poets— 
Eighth Grade. 


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